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Journal mercedo's Journal: At The End Of This Summer 3

I spent a happy weekend with my girlfriend. A bit mannerism we felt though it was a happy date.

We intend to keep on our relationship from now on. We spent happy two days but we have to endure another harsh weekdays. They will last full five days. I cannot get accustomed to this peculiar life pattern. From my nature I hope I can see her every day or I don't see her at all.

Next time I don't fall in love with a lady who lives other than my city. I am facing a risk of neurosis now. This is an expression of my very honest feeling. Another harsh week has just started.

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At The End Of This Summer

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  • it is or it is not
    clearly, you believe that it is,
    but will no future

    it serves no higher purpose to curse fate,
    even when it is the effect of your choice,
    and can simply be changed
    with a conscious excercise in will.

    the distance;
    a great sea of circumstance.
    you cannot walk on the water,
    why do you choose
    to piss straight into the howling wind?

    use the fortune
    of inner fire and being alone,
    as a forge to temper the steel,
    and the moments of completeness
    become greater than the hours of separation

    wo

    • by mercedo ( 822671 ) *

      Facing the end of this summer I'm not satisfied. Last summer I was in love with another woman and because she lives near my house I was able to see her every night.

      We separated along with the end of summer but I assume both of us were completely satisfied. For us a couple of over forties, to be able to quench our thirsty well is the most important factor since we only love one another in our presence. When we were absence, we forget one another.

      But this time I was forced to think of her because we were awa

Suggest you just sit there and wait till life gets easier.

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